We are the ones, the chosen sons yea we're almost famous
no eat, no sleep, no drink tonight we'll be alright, it's getting contagious we'll break, we'll freeze the hands of time we'll be just fine, this temple is ageless
We are the ones, the chosen sons, yea we're almost famous tall peaks within reach, our ground defeat yea we're almost famous
no time for you and me tonight, we'll be alright, we're getting tenacious we'll bend, we'll mend the hands of time we'll be just fine, this temple is faceless
We are the ones, the chosen sons yea we're almost famous We are the ones, the chosen sons,